[piesmake]

𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬   .   .   .   an   independent   /   private   writing   blog   for   NED,   THE   PIE-MAKER,   of   bryan   fuller's   PUSHING   DAISIES.   canon-compliant   &&   further    inspired    by    other   similar  medias.   this   blog   features  mature  &&  triggering  content   and    is  only    accepting    writing    partners    21+.   topic   of   death   is   heavily   integrated   in   this   muse.   personals    &&    minors    will    be    blocked.   [  mack.   30s.   pst.   she/her. black.  ]

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summary: at the age of 9, young ned learned that he possessed the unique ability to bring dead things back with a touch. the rules were simple; touch a dead thing once? life. touch a dead thing twice? dead again, forever. keep a dead thing alive longer than a minute? a being of equal value dies in its place. after a series of unfortunate events, including the death and revive of his dog digby, the death ( and re-death ) of his mother, the death of his childhood sweetheart's father. ned was abandoned at boarding school by his father. fast forward to now; young ned has become the pie maker. and the pie hole is where he makes his pies. the peaches never brown... the dead fruit in his hands becomes ripe with everlasting flavor -- as long as he only touches it once. alongside his pie business, the pie maker has partnered with private investigator; emerson cod. together they solve murders. which are much easier to solve when you can ask the victim who killed them.

✱     content warning.         this character is heavily centered around the subject of death. the writing here may feature or mention violence, dead bodies, 'tasteful' body horror, ch*ld abuse and trauma, ptsd, flowers, funerals, rotted things (and more ) at any given time. i have no triggers, and will not be tagging these subjects unless asked to do so by a writing partner. please curate your space and think carefully before following @piesmake.

my portrayal of ned is morally grey. please remember his views ≠ my views.

✱     mutuals.         @piesmake should be considered to be a private and low activity blog. i am extremely welcoming and encouraging of crossovers and ocs. however, i am not duplicate friendly. ned is easiest to write in verses that contain some supernatural aspects, but i am willing to plot otherwise. i will rarely follow first and follow back tentatively. please give me time to follow back !! if you do not receive a follow back within a few days, it’s most likely because i don’t believe our writing styles mesh well / cannot see our muses interacting. please do not take this personally !! if i follow you, i intend to write with you, and if you follow me, i will assume the same. if a month passes without any attempt on either side, i will soft block.

memes are the quickest way to get an interaction going with me.

i am not a demanding partner, && do not want demanding partners.

i believe in roleplay community, && enjoy making friends with my writing partners.

✱     dynamics & nsft.         i am completely comfortable with shipping, provided our muses have chemistry. i am far more likely to ship with a partner who i’ve become friends with ooc. sexual content, though rare, may appear on this blog. for that reason, && for my own comfort, this blog is reserved for 21+ writers only.

ned is very closed off, and thus will require plotting in order to ship.

ned is not a perfect partner. he can be obsessive, possessive, jealous, and controlling due to attachment and abandonment issues.

✱     writing.         my writing && formatting are subject to change from time to time. i will use small text, bold, italics, && even special fonts. if this becomes an eye strain issue for you as my writing partner, please inform me. i will always adjust. your comfort comes before my aesthetics !!

your comfort comes before my aesthetics !!

✱     do not follow.         i am extremely heavy handed with the block button. don’t even look at any of my blogs if you support t/rump. i don’t tolerate racism, anti-lgbtqia+, sexism, p3dos, r*pe/non-con, incest, anti-semitism, ableism, witch hunts, or abuse. the general etiquette of roleplay applies. i will block you.

i do support calling attention to people that are genuinely harmful to others.

you should not be using ai to write with me or to write at all.

Eli (current known url: kenneidy) and close friends of his are not welcome here.

[clintbartons]

ned the piemaker + character tropes

[jadecoded]

Pushing Daisies (2007-2009)

Pie is home. People always come home.

[piesmake]

“houston, we have a problem.” ~ Jason!

𝐛𝐲   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞   @byufo   𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬   𝐭𝐨   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝   '𝐰𝐞',   the   pie-maker   has   begun   to   turn   around.   there   are   only   one   phrase   his   mind   could   think   of   that   followed   those   words   and   it   was   not   good.   not   good   at   all.   his   eyes   are   met   with   the   sight   of   jason   first,   before   they   turn   to   their   problem.   a   dead   body,   in   his   freezer   of   all   places!   again...   ❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬   𝐚   𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲   𝐢𝐧   𝐦𝐲   𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫... ❜   the   pie-maker   whispers,   staring   with   both   surprise   and   exasperation   in   his   expression.❛ 𝐰𝐡𝐲   𝐢𝐬   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐚   𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝   𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲   𝐢𝐧   𝐦𝐲   𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫? ❜

jason   was   no   stranger   to   the   pie-maker's   gift.   however,   he's   never   bore   witness   to   the   trouble   that   came   along   with   it.   ❛ 𝐡𝐨𝐰   𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩   𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠..? ❜

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.,      always   accepting.  ↪       always feel welcome to continue asks into threads     !!

[themanwithfrozenhearts]

im a really affectionate person once you get past my 5 layers of shyness, awkwardness, fear, vague dislike, and loneliness

[piesmake]

“it’s the thought that counts.”

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐩𝐢𝐞-𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫   𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬,   𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧   𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲   into   the   booth   where   they   sat.   he   was   particular   about   gifts,   strong   in   his   belief   that   the   perfect   one   existed   for   every   person.   unfortunately   for   the   pie-maker,   he   has   yet   to   find   said   gift   for   @handouija.   ❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬   𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞   𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞   𝐬𝐚𝐲   𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲   𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞   𝐚   𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭.   𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞,   𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬?   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦,   𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭   𝐲𝐨𝐮..? ❜   this   moment   will   continue   to   haunt   their   friendship   long   after   it’s   over.   ❛ 𝐢   𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭— ❜   the   pie-maker   begins,   falling   into   the   pit   of   over-explanation.   ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞.   𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬,   𝐚𝐭   𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭.   𝐢   𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭   — ❜   

the   pie-maker   looks   down   at   the   small,   open   box   that   sat   between   them   atop   the   table.   inside   laid   a   few   charms;   a   silver   planchette,   a   small   crystal   skull,   and   a   ghost   —   not   the   horrifying   type,   instead   ned   opted   for   the   kind   that   existed   beneath   a   white   sheet.   the   pie-maker’s   hand   slowly   moves   to   obscure   any   further   view   of   them,   sliding   the   box   back   towards   himself.   ❛ 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬   𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭…   𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐬𝐚𝐰   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞. ❜

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.,      always   accepting.  ↪       always feel welcome to continue asks into threads     !!

[piesmake]

i think heaven's closer than you think.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐚   𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞   𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚   of   pie   tins   ringing   dully   as   they   fell   to   the   kitchen   floor.   the   statement   had   caught   the   pie-maker   off   guard.   his   mouth   pulled   into   a   straight   line,   a   sigh   heaving   from   his   nose   as   he   looked   at   his   mess.   it   made   for   a   perfect   excuse   to   avoid   @chyremn’s   eyes.    ❛ 𝐢’𝐦   𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭   𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬   𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭   𝐭𝐨   𝐛𝐞   𝐚   𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭   𝐛𝐮𝐭,   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐦𝐞,   𝐢𝐭’𝐬   𝐧𝐨𝐭. ❜   he   huffs   as   he   lowers   himself   to   the   ground.   the   pie-maker   found   his   ability   quite   enough   to   deal   with,   without   the   addition   of   heaven…   or   hell,   for   that   matter.

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏,      always   accepting. ↪       always feel welcome to continue asks into threads     !!

[shingeki-no-reason-to-live3]

[piesmake]

i asked you not to use the word 'zombie'. it's disrespectful.

❛ 𝐢   𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭— ❜   the   pie-maker's   reply   was   instantaneous.   the   lie   coming   too   quickly,   too   easily   before   he   shakes   his   head,   eyes   shut   tight   for   a   fleeting   moment.   he   gathers   himself   and   speaks   again.   ❛ 𝐢   𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭,   𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.   𝐢   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭   𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐡𝐞   𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝,   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐢𝐧   𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠,   𝐢,   𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥…   𝐝𝐢𝐝. ❜

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒,   𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍   𝟏,          always     accepting. ↪           always feel welcome to continue asks into threads       !!

[piesmake]

“ Well, hello there! You picked the strangest shop in the city to duck into. Are you looking for something specific or just browsing? ”

𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭   𝐚𝐬   𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧   𝐚𝐬   𝐡𝐞   𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝,   the   pie-maker   felt   an   overwhelming   need   to   retreat.   and   it   was   most   certainly   due   to   the   taxidermy.   his   eyes   were   drawn   cautiously   to   the   dead,   stuffed   things;   rabbits,   birds,   a   fox,   a   bear,   skulls,   withered   and   dry   plants…   his   hands   retreated,   curling   in   toward   himself   before   settling   into   his   pockets.   his   stance   became   rigid,   trying   to   make   himself   smaller   (   which   was   not   an   easy   task   )   as   he   moved   through   the   space. 

uncomfortable   as   he   was,   he   couldn’t   help   his   curiosity   over   other   items;   books   that   have   been   touched   by   far   too   many   hands,   trinkets   that   have   outlived   many   owners.   he   finds   himself   unconsciously   moving   towards   the   soft   hum…

❛𝐮𝐡,   𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠,   𝐢   𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞.   𝐢   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭   𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰   𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐭𝐨   𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐢𝐧   𝐚   𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩   𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬…   𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.   𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐝𝐨   𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞   𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤   𝐟𝐨𝐫?❜

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊,      always   accepting.  ↪       always feel welcome to continue asks into threads     !!

[piesmake]

i don't remember anything from when i was ten.

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐩𝐢𝐞-𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐬   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝,   one   corner   of   his   mouth   pulling   with   sympathy   as   he   tried   to   focus   less   on   the   guilt   he   feels   for   broaching   the   subject,   and   more   on   @cainreborn,   who   seemed   to   answer   the   question   far   too   quickly.   the   pie-maker   has   told   many   lies   of   his   own   to   avoid   dredging   up   painful   memories.   he   was   in   no   place   to   fault   others   for   doing   the   same. 

 he   fixed   his   face,   and did   his   best   to smile,   accepting   emerson's   version   of   the   truth.   ❛ 𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞   𝐡𝐚𝐬   𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡   𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐚𝐭   𝟏𝟎. ❜…   at   times,   he   wishes   he   could   forget.

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏,      always   accepting. ↪       always feel welcome to continue asks into threads     !!

[divenlydecayed-deactivated20260]

"you're so sweet!" thanks I'm obsessive and have abandonment issues

[jamsmemes]

(     *     MISC. PROMPTS.

mixed bag of sentence starters/dialogue prompts. taken from reedsy.

“i love you.”

“do i know you?”

“do you remember?”

“this section is off limits.”

“we’re closing in ten minutes.”

“this isn’t what i signed up for.”

“this is all my fault.”

“that’s not what i meant.”

“have we met before?”

“are you real?”

“i didn’t mean that.”

“i’ve said too much.”

“i didn’t see that one coming.”

“is nobody going to say it?”

“i wish we could stay here forever.”

“it’s all fun and games.”

“i can’t say it.”

“you can’t run forever.”

“we have all the time in the world.”

“you’ve got this.”

“that shouldn’t be there.”

“i think someone’s listening.”

“i think someone’s watching.”

“we’re not alone.”

“i’m free!”

“maybe in another life.”

“rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“it’s the thought that counts.”

“i feel alive.”

“speak now.”

“so, what’s the catch?”

“it’s mine, and you can’t have it!”

“houston, we have a problem.”

“let’s go for a walk.”

“thank you for that.”

“i’ve got a plan.”

“move aside.”

“i’m here to investigate a crime.”

“you didn’t come to the funeral. why?”

“oh my god. don’t say that!”

“quick! act surprised!”

“are you absolutely sure that your plan is foolproof?”

“come here.”

“truth or dare.”

“tell me something i don’t know.”

“is that… is that blood all over you?”

“right, i’m leaving now.”

“when has listening to you EVER worked out well for me?”

“don’t do that.”

“no, you can’t have my number.”

“i’d rather you just tell me.”

“did you also hear a knock on the door?”

“you’re not looking your best today. what happened?”

“[he/she/they] did it first.”

“well, don’t just stand there! do something!”

“run! run now!”

“hey. someone’s on the phone for you.”

“you’ll never know unless you try.”

“thank you, god. thanks an awful lot.”

“this is my worst nightmare.”

“there’s nothing much to do but wait.”

[notmorbid]

pushing daisies, season 1.

dialogue prompts from the first season of bryan fuller's pushing daisies.

i asked you not to use the word 'zombie'. it's disrespectful.

you're either living or you're dead.

i used to think 'masturbation' meant chewing your food.

when was the last time someone touched you with affection?

i don't remember anything from when i was ten.

you were my first kiss, too. want to be my last?

if you don't want to kiss me, it's okay.

what if you didn't have to be dead?

when people aren't being honest, their eye twitches, like yours did just now.

i always wondered if you'd come back.

i guess you came back when i needed you most.

i suppose dying's as good an excuse as any to start living.

i'd kiss you if it wouldn't kill me.

i'm not mad, i just want to know. i'll be mad if you lie to me, though.

i don't think justice was on the menu. maybe as a side dish, but not as an entrée.

you can't just touch somebody's life and be done with it.

we all have childhood issues, okay? believe me. i've got the full subscription.

i was hoisted by my own petard.

are you a drug mule?

this is fantastic. being honest is fun.

_____ always wanted to get away.

didn't i kill you?

i just thought my world would be a better place if you were in it.

do you have any last words or thoughts or requests?

don't you want to know about me? i want to know everything about you.

i hate having secrets, and now i am one.

you never can completely erase anything.

the dead don't talk. usually.

that wasn't the truth bus, that was the bitchy crosstown express.

do you think dying has made me morbid?

that was a very mean thing you did.

i didn't actively kill. i'm not an active killer. i'm not a killer.

you killed someone for me?

any neuroses? pathologies?

i didn't murder anyone. there was no malice or forethought.

we make choices and we live with the consequences. if someone gets hurt along the way, we ask for forgiveness. it's the best we can do.

i'm here as a concerned citizen of the world.

don't contradict an old man. it's disrespectful.

what is this, the idiot brigade?

i can't imagine anything about you that isn't something that i like.

you know you want to read it.

there's so much i'm learning about you.

i think heaven's closer than you think.

did you just kick me under the table?

i thought if i locked it all away, i could forget.

do you remember very much about my father?

then why do i still miss him?

we see what i want to see?

sometimes you have to keep a secret, even if it means hurting someone.

you really don't have to stay. i can totally take care of myself.

bourbon is just flashy chamomile.

thank you for respecting my secret.

you should run. save yourself.

i had to confront a ghost today.

were you watching me sleep?

i've been watching you. not obsessively, but i've been paying attention.

if you feel something, it's real.

haven't you ever used someone for commercial gain?

we are an 'us', aren't we?

you can say it all you want. i've stopped listening.

time can take forever.

'surprise' has never been a very good word for me.

isn't it great we can joke?

moods, plural. not all of them good.

i don't do 'loose'. i prefer 'tightly wound'.

while i have you here, would you take my photo?

we're not at that stage of our friendship yet. please don't cry in front of me.

you'd be surprised what you can hear when you press your ear to the right pipe.

i think it's brave to try to be happy.

you are so sweet. somebody could get a cavity standing next to you.

you let your emotions get away from you, and everything falls apart.

you didn't come here to apologize at all, did you?

you know how to pick a lock?

why are you dressed like a cat burglar?

sometimes a crime of passion is not seeing the passion in time.

i think you were my phantom limb.

it may be romantic, but it's not dignified.

go clean yourself up. you look like crap.

you know you have a tell when you lie?

i need to tell someone the truth, even if they don't believe me.

i have to hate you a little. just for a little while.

i'm sorry. i thought i pulled it together, but then i came apart.

it can be so exhausting carrying a secret.

do i look like a damn ouija board to you?

[wickedhawtwexler]

PUSHING DAISIES: The Smell of Success (1.07)

[tellmewhattodopleasee]

Sorry for moaning when you kissed me, I'm just really touch starved

[piesmake]

❛ 𝐢   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝   𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝   𝐚   𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐲𝐨𝐮,   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰… ❜   the   offer   came   unprompted   and   after   a   still   silence   between   the   two.   @griefhaunt   had   mentioned   many   times   how   often   he   roamed.   the   pie-maker   listened   as   if   the   lifestyle   were   exciting.   but,   in   truth,   he   thought   it   lonely.   he   mused   on   the   idea   for   a   long   while   before   proposing   it   to   cook,   wondering   how   the   other   might   take   it. 

❛ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬,   𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠,   𝐨𝐫,   𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥,   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝   𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧   𝐦𝐚𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.   𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞   𝐦𝐞   𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞   𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞   𝐢𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧. ❜   the   pie-maker   made   the   last   comment   with   a   slight   chuckle.   it   was   no   secret   that   he   preferred   the   background   more   than   the   spotlight,   even   in   his   own   shop.   he   had   hoped   the   offer   sounded   less   like   pity,   and   more   like   what   it   was;   an   option.